“It is better to offer no excuse than a bad one.”
I cannot tell a lie.
I must offer a confession.
A pen and pencil thief am I.
I’m not sure how it happened. Was it consciously or did an inner darkness find its way to my soul?
I cannot tell you when this started, but pen thievery has been in my blood for a number of years.
It may have started with a work pen that inadvertently found its way into my purse.
Or a red and black number from the chiropractor’s office after signing my name.
Or a black and orange lovely from church. Sinner!
Or a cheap stick pen from the hotel with the fluffy pillows.
I offer no excuse because I have none. It simply happens.
From an absent mind to sticky fingers.
My only mitigation is that it’s not all thievery.
Some of the pens are from vendors at a conference or free samples, mailed by the vendor who wants more of our business.
Some of the utensils are blue pencils with purple, fuzzy toppers that came from I-don’t-know-where.
If only I had a pencil sharpener…
I would suggest not getting too close to me with that pen in your hand.
You never know what cat mug it will end up in.
Or what bill it will pay.
Yes, a thief of writing instruments am I.
I duly confess.
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